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Frey drank her coffee outside on the patio in peace. It was now 4 AM.
“You need sleep,” she whispered to herself. Talking to herself was a nasty habit that she couldn’t get rid of.
She stood up from the not so comfortable garden chair. Frey heard the sound of feet hitting the floor and before she could turn around to see who was running someone tapped her back.
“You left your MP3 on the counter,” the guy was wearing a green hooded coat. Frey checked her pockets for her Ipod, but it was gone. He handed her the white Ipod with purple earphones. Frey could now see his face; it was the guy who sat by himself looking angry before.
“Thank you,” she said, embarrassed, while she turned her gaze away from him. He nodded and went back inside.
When he was out of sight Frey murmered to herself: “It’s an Ipod, who even says MP3 anymore?”
“Yah here again?” the barista said, giving her a judgemental look and then smiling.
“I’m experiencing withdrawal symptoms,” Frey said. The barista, whose name-plate said Willow, winked at Frey and went straight towards the coffee machine.
“We’ll have to do something about that, I’m guessing you want the usual?” Frey let out a moan of annoyance
“Oh, god, has it come to this? Do I have a usual?” And they both laughed. Willow placed a steaming hot cup of coffee on the counter and Frey emptied her pockets on the counter.
“Here you go,” Frey said as she scratched together 5 dollars.
“See ya later,” Willow said and Frey shook her head and let out a snicker.
The Starbucks was open 24/7. During the day it was a hangout for everyone who owned a MacBook; at night it became a place for the lonely and hopeless.
During this ungodly hour it was empty, except for a couple who hid at a table on the second floor and a guy sitting alone and looking angry. He probably got stood up; ditching someone at Starbucks was becoming a trend in Bridgeport. Frey had seen it happen multiple times.
It was 2AM, but the city was full of noise. Cars passed by booming Jason Derulo out of their speakers while showing off their newly spray-painted hoods and flashy custom rims. Clubs were desperately trying to lure customers in with flyers saying “First Shot Free!” You could hear the click-clacking of heels and giggling of girls who had just turned sixteen. The night was young, but they were already unable to walk a straight line.
The energy of the city soothed Frey; she felt like calm spirit, completely unaffected by the chaos surrounding her.
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